"Lin Mu, you've got some nerve. The Tsar wants to get rid of you, and yet you dare to come to Haba? You're practically walking into death. Just one call to the Tsar, and you'll be chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs, no chance of survival!" Ivan glared at Lin Mu and said.
Lin Mu looked at Ivan, shook his head helplessly, "I call you a fool, and you still don't believe it. If I dare tell you, do you think I'd give you the chance to tip them off?"
"W-what do you want?" Ivan's tone became vigilant, knowing Lin Mu's identity as a calamity star, and naturally factoring it into how he viewed Lin Mu's situation.
"I'm not looking for trouble, like I said, I just want to ask you a few questions." Lin Mu spread his hands.
"What questions?"
"Simple for you, just tell me the time and place of your last arms deal." Lin Mu said nonchalantly.
Ivan glanced at Lin Mu, "You even know about that?"
